The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 536

As Wesley closed in, fear flared in Dahlia's eyes.

Her hands were bound.

She struggled desperately, trying to break free, but it was useless.

Panic clawed at her chest, making her words tumble out in a frantic, garbled rush. First, she tried to threaten him, her tone sharp and fierce.

"Wesley, don't come any closer!"

"What are you trying to do to me?"

But then she realized her harshness might backfire. She quickly softened her voice, trying to appeal to his emotions, to cloud his mind with sweet memories.

After all, Wesley had loved her so deeply.

He used to believe every word she said.

Surely, she could reach him again.

"Wesley, please, don't do anything you'll regret. Put the knife down, okay? Let's talk this out, just the two of us."

"Didn't you once say that I was the love of your life? That all you ever wanted was to be with me forever? I promise you, if you let me go now, we can start over. We can have that future you dreamed of."

"Wesley, I swear I'm not lying this time. I know I was wrong. I know now-the only one who ever truly loved me, the only one who ever really cared, was you."

"My heart's finally clear. I realize now you're the one for me. It was Charles' money and empty promises that blinded me, made me do things I regret. Please, believe me, I'm so, so sorry. I truly am."

God, I'll wait for

could finish weaving her promises, Wesley made

pressed the knife closer to

breath caught in

any thought of emotional manipulation; the chill of death

looked one step away from plunging the blade straight

she knew she would die right

Dahlia screamed, "Wesley, murder is a

desperately to

like you, talking to me about the law?" Wesley's

her own

idea how precious a life was—until her own was at

he could see was Dahlia's cold, calculated cruelty when she'd

knife in Wesley's hand

"Ah!"

tearing

there was no

sudden, chilling

blinked in

was a

hadn't stabbed her. Instead, he'd sliced open her blouse and

her any relief-her entire body

didn't move away. Instead, it

The cold

el pressed against heret

skin, to